December bows with final grace,  
The year’s last breath, a soft embrace.  
Her snowflakes drift on whispered air,  
A fragile beauty, pure and rare. 
 
The fires burn low, the candles sigh,  
As time prepares its last goodbye.  
The hours, wrapped in winter’s chill,  
Move gently down the quiet hill.  

The year behind, a story told,  
Of dreams fulfilled and moments bold.  
Of laughter shared and tears that fell,  
Each memory, a tolling bell.  

Oh, December, you’ve held our hands,  
Through frosted nights and starlit lands.  
You brought us peace, a season’s rest,  
And hope to face what comes next.  

And so we stand, on year’s own brink,  
To pause, reflect, to feel, to think.  
With hearts that yearn, with souls made light,  
We bid farewell to this long night.  

Goodbye, dear year, you slip away,  
As morning dawns on brighter day.  
The clock will chime, the past will mend,
Farewell, December, faithful friend.  

And as you go, 
we softly cheer,  
A whispered
 “Welcome, brand new year.”  

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